MSanchez

Megan Sanchez
12/11/06
period 3




THE PLIGHT of a SOLDIER




We march along this blood soaked field,
See sights not fit too see.
The wounded lay there dying,
Some soldiers cease to be.


We think of things that happened here,
If we're the next to go...
The truth of the matter really is,
No one wants to know.


The horrid heat and blistering winds,
Conditions not fit for life,
To fight for liberty and freedom,
We will take it all in strife.


As cannons boomand bullets blast,
The sky is turned to black.
At this ppoint we all know now,
There is no turning back.


We smell the death around us,
Hear cries of those in pain,
And bombs that fall around us,
Are like a hard relentless rain.


Cries of comrades in need of help;
An agonizing scream...
The blood flows thick around us,
In a churning,bubbling stream


Uneasy souls are laid to rest,
In a unmarked,foreign grave.

Poppies for the young men,
Who died so bold and brave.